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 Costa Rica 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.