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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.