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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.