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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.