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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.