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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.