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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks 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?
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Pole,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.