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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.