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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.