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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
CMW,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
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.