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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Model 500,
10cc,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.