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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.