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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.