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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.