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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.