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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Wire,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.