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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.