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 Greece 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.