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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.