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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.