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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.