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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.