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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.