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 Israel and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
The Residents,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Can,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.