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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.