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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.