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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.