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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.