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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.