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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.