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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.