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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.