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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.