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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Rekid,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Organ,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.