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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Techniques,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.