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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.