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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
CMW,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.