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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.