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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Mars,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.