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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Faust,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.