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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.