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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Technova,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Fear,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.