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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.