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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.