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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.