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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.