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 Andorra and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.