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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.