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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
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.