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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.