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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.