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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 UT to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.