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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.