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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.