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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.