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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.