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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.