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 Cuba and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.