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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.