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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.