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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.