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 Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.