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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.