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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
CMW,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.