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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.