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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.