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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.