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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.