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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.