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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.