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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faust 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.