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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.