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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.