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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.