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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Jandek,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.