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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.