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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.