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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.