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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.