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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.