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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the punk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.