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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.