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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.