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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.