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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.