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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.