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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.