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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Organ,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.