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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.