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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.