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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.