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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
MDC,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.