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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Japan,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.