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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
The Doors,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
PIL,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.