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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.