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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.