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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.