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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.