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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.