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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.