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 Albania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.