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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.