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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
cv313,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.