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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.