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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.