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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.