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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.