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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.