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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Fear,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.