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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Brick,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.