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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.