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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.