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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Names,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.