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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.