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 Australia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.