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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.