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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.