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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.