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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.