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 East Timor and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.