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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.