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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.