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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.