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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.