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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Move,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Brick,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.