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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.