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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.