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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
UT,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.