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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.