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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.