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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.