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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Crime,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.