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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.