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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
New Order,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.