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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.