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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.