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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Monks,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.