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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.