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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Visage,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.