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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.