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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.