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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.