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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.