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 India 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.