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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.