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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.