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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.