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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Scion,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
the Slits,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.