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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.