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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.