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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.