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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.