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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Crooked Eye 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.