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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.