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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Fall,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
cv313,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.