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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.