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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.