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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.