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 Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Hoover 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.