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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.