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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.