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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.