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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.