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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.