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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.