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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.