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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.