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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.