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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Nico,
MC5,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.