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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.