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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Ossler,
DNA,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.