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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.