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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.