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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.