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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.