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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.