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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.