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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.