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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Visage,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.