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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.