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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Whodini 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 grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.