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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Names,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.