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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.