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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
The Martian,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.