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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.