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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.