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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.