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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.