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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.