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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Scientists,
10cc,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.