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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.