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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Slave,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.