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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.