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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.