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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.