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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.