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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.