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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.