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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.