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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.