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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.