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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Television,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.