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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.