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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
DNA,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.