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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Index,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.