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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.