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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.