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 Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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 Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.