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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.