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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.