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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.