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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
MDC,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.