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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '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 Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.