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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
X-101,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.