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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.