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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.