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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.