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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.