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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Magma,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.