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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.