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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.