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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.