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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.