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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.