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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.