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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.