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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.