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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.