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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Urselle,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.