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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.