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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.