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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.