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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.