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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.