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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.