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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.