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 Guyana and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Q65,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.