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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.