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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.