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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Gories,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.