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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.