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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.