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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.