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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
CMW,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.