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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.