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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Outsiders to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.