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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.