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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
New Order,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.