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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.