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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Wire,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.