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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.