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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
X-102,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.