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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.