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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.