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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
The Move,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.