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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.