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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.