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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.