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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
the Association,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.