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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.