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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.