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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.