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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.