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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.