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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.