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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.