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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.