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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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 Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.