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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.