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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.