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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.