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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.