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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.