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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.