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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.