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 Congo 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.