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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.