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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.