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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
10cc,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.