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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.