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 France and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.