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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
the Association,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.