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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.