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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Index,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Associates,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.