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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.