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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.