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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.