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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Franke,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.