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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.