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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.