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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.