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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.