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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.