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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.