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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.