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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.