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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.