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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.