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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.