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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Audionom,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Wire,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.