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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.