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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.