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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.