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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Gong,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.