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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.