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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.