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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Neu!,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.