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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.