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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.