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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.