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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.