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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.