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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Index,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Wings,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Swans,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.