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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.