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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.