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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.