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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.