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 Gambia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.