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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.