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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.