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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.