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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
10cc,
Japan,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.