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 Poland 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.