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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hashim to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.