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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
ABC,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.