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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.