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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.