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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.