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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.