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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.