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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.