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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
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.