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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Television,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.