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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.