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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.