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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
ABC,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.