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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.