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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.