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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.