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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.