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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.