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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.