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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Chrome,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.