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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.