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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.