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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.