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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.