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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
New Order,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.