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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Fear,
Can,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.