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 Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.