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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.