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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
New Order,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.