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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.