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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.