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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.