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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.