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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.