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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.