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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.