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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.