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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.