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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Shoche,
ABC,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.