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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.