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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.