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 Belize and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
The Move,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.