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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.