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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.