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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.