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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
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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.