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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.