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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.