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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Pole,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.