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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.