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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.