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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.