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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
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.