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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.