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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
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.