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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.