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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.