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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.