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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.