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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.