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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.