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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.