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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.