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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.