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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.