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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Monks,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.