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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Aswad,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.