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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Qualms,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.