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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.