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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.