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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.