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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Visage,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.