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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
10cc,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.