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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.