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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.