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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.