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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.