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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.