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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
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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.