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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.