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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.