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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
UT,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.