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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.