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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.