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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.