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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.