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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Nas,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.