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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.