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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.