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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.