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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.