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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.