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 China and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.