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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.