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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.