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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.