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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.