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 China and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.