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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.