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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Skriet 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.