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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.