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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.