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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.