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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.