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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
CMW,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.