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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.