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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.