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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
The Busters,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.