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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.