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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Nas,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.