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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.