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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.