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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.