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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Motorama,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.