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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.