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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.