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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
X-102,
The Sonics,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.