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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.