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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.