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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.