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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Visage,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.