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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.