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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.