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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.