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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.