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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Skaos,
Television,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.