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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Erasure,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.