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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.