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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.