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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.