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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
UT,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.