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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Q65,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.