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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.