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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.