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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.