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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.