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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.