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 Germany 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
X-101,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.