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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.