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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.