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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 London and Sao Paulo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.