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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Organ,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.