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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.