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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.