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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.