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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.