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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.