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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.