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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.