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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.