Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.