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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.