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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Japan,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.