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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.