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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
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Infiniti,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.