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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.