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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.