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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.