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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.