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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.