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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.