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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
the Normal,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.