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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Visage,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.