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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.