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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Shoche to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.