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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
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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.