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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.