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 Mali 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.