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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Salvador and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Slave,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.