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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.