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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Pole,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.