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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.