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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.