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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.