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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.