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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.