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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.