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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.