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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.