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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.