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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.