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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.