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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Pole,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.