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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.