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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Symarip,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.