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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.