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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Scion,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.