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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.