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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
10cc,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.